The direction The Walking Dead has taken in the back half of this season has really made me introspective about what I would do. I've already written about the sort of person I might become. This week's episode had me thinking some more about that. Spoilers and navel gazing ahead.
Losing the relative safety of the prison and scattering the characters in small groups has allowed the writers to explore them in greater detail with the threat of sudden death at any time much more prominent. If you told me a year ago that there would be an episode about Beth on a quest to have her first drink I would have rolled my eyes. But it worked a lot better than it should have.
While my personal history is drastically different than Daryl's I think I would be in a similar headspace. Daryl has the right skill set to survive but if he was alone for long he might not have the will to. He needs someone like Beth around to keep him going. And I know what that's like.
There has been more than one point in my life (including on some recent Army deployments) where I've considered eating a bullet like Riggs in Lethal Weapon.
Every single day I wake up and I think of a reason not to do it! Every single day! You know why I don't do it? This is gonna make you laugh! You know why I don't do it? The job! Doin' the job! Now that's the reason!
What got me through my darkest moments was that there were people depending on me to do my job. In a post-apocalyptic environment, if I wasn't a productive part of a group I probably wouldn't be able to find the will to live. In the recent episodes we see a lot of scenes of people who killed themselves and their families because they couldn't face what was happening. That's not how I would want to end up but I could see that happening if I was on my own.
If you've read this far you probably need a cute animal gif so here you go.